But how do I get there? Suppose that I limited myself through sole means of prostitution (myself or someone else) in order to earn the dough. Who would be the most efficient at bringing in the profits? Who should be my moneymaker?

(26-11-2012 08:48 AM)Tartarus Sauce Wrote: But how do I get there? Suppose that I limited myself through sole means of prostitution (myself or someone else) in order to earn the dough. Who would be the most efficient at bringing in the profits? Who should be my moneymaker?

I think we have now moved into PM territory (or an even securer way of exchanging tips). Plus, knowhow costs money
But here's the quick and dirty - you ain't becoming a millionaire by screwing people one (or even two) at a time. You need to screw a whole lot of people over and screw them real bad to become obscenely rich. And that screwing most probably won't involve sex.

Saw my neighbour earlier and tried to make up for the other days fallout over my music....... guy wasnt interested though and told me he had allready gone to lengths to get it sorted out.

So obv I enquired about what he had done??? Had he gone to enviromental health..... no. Had he rang the fuzz and complained about me....no.

He told me that soon I would "see" and that it wouldnt be pleasant for me lol.

I took that as a threat and if there is one thing I have learned in life that is not to misunderestimate threats that people make, no matter who they are off. So I asked the twat if he was sure that was the route he wanted to take.... that it wasnt too late for us to be men and to just forget about it..... and does he really want this grief in his life? He was adamant that is the route he wanted to take and so be it.

Fucking Idiot.

Dont think he appreciated me and 8 of my friends sat outside his house.... thats why he called the police lol. I wasnt planning on doing anything other than showing the guy that if he wants to bring in outside forces to sort out problems then he must have the capabilities because saying it..... and doing it..... is two completley different things.

Its all fucking macho bullshit anyway.

I feel so much, and yet I feel nothing.
I am a rock, I am the sky, the birds and the trees and everything beyond.
I am the wind, in the fields in which I roar. I am the water, in which I drown.